Crack In The Sidewalk, Logan

[Drew Oakshire]

Drew had certainly had a rather eventful first couple of weeks at Hogwarts. He had been planning lesson after lesson and he enjoyed it, which surprised him. He had always been one to quickly tire of one thing and insist to move onto another; his mother told him that he had the Muggle disease ADD, well disease may have been the wrong term. His father said all of that was poppycock. He had never known which one to believe. He shuffled his papers on his desks, moving aside the lessons he had already finished and the ones that he still needed to go over, which was a significantly higher stack of papers than the other. He glanced at the first, he still needed to go over forms of Muggle communication. He had planned that for his second lesson but changed it to playing a game of baseball instead. He had always been rather bored with Muggle communication, the only thing that perked his interest was the use of the telephone. It was the only thing that was really different from wizards. He sighed, he didn't really feel like that for the next lesson. Eventually he would have to teach it but he could put it off for a little while longer.

He glanced up towards the window when he noticed his dart board that he had brought with him beside it. He had gotten it on the wall with an adhesive charm, though he had yet to use it. He glanced towards his open office door and hoped none of the older professors saw him doing this, or better yet Dumbledore, he wasn't sure if he was allowed to play in the office. He gathered his darts and began throwing them, not doing terribly but not doing very good either. Suddenly he was sparked with inspiration, they could go over Muggle Games in their next class! He had been going over rather serious things lately, the class needed a break from all the note taking and do some hands-on stuff. He was so happy with himself for coming up with something better than Muggle Communications.

[Logan Faggioni]

Logan instinctively stepped through the Gryffindor Common Room passage into the stairwell just outside, where the thought of dragging herself and a few of her belongings down to the Muggle Studies classroom stiffened a coy smile onto her features. It was unusual, yet good, that she'd travel the extra mile to make sure her work was the best it could possibly be. Logan certainly didn't do such a thing for any other of her classes, so 'unusual' was quite an accurate choice of words. One would think it be a 'normal' act for the brown eyed Gryffindor, but they'd be wrong, even with all her talk and love for the subject. It's safe to assume she probably wasn't taken seriously by most when she'd say she planned on working under the profession of Muggle Communications. Such a job was normally viewed as mellow, slow, boring, unexciting, or any other adjective of the sort; something Logan Faggioni most certainly was not. But in this case it would seem opposites were attracting, though this Logan girl stubbornly wouldn't agree. She'd never use any of those words to describe her dream métier. Though, she was sure everyone knew that by now, she undoubtedly did her part in making that view clear.

Logan's thoughts became verbal as she hastened her steps towards Professor Oakshire's, or Drew's, as he apparently liked to be addressed as, office. "...and that girl better not try anything stupid or witless in class again. God only knows the ends of stupidity bound to her dull senses." The roll of her eyes probably expressed her irritation of the girl whom she was speaking of; well, no not really. Alyson was really something else. All of her comments and actions in Muggle Studies class clearly gave that away. Logan had a feeling it wasn't a latent quality of Alyson's. Or, rather, knew it wasn't. Her pace slowed as the classroom came into view. She latched onto the door frame as she quietly swung around into the threshold, her straightend blonde hair flowing along with her. As her shoulder bag thumped meagerly against her side, her gaze took notice of her professor's presence in the room. Her eyes silently traced his actions and she watched as he continued.........throwing needles at the wall? Logan furrowed her brows and tilted her head slightly in confusion. "...What are you doing?", came her brusque question as she finally, and bluntly, made her presence known.

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[Uhhhhh, I hope Darts is cosidered a Muggle sport? I really had no idea. I can totally change it though. C:]

This post has been edited by Logan Faggioni on Jun 7 2008, 02:09 AM

[Drew Oakshire]

Hmm...but what kind of Muggle Games would they go over? Sports? Board games? Card games? Muggle children games? He had no idea where to start but all of those seemed like good options to him. Perhaps he could do four classes on them and spread it throughout the year...like whenever everything else seemed to boring! Brilliant! He beamed as he threw another dart at the target, unfortunately it hit the stone wall and bounced off of it. He was too elated to care though. He continued to throw them as he tried to think about which one he was going to do first...sports would probably be the most interesting. But what sport? What sport would they be least likely to know much about? There was always American football, it was unlikely they would know much about that. BUT WHAT ABOUT BASEBALL?! Drew got overexcited at this idea and threw a dart right out the window. He was an avid baseball fan and at one point considered moving to America just to be near the Chicago Cubs, his favorite ball team. Would he just teach about it? Or what? No, no, they were going to play it. Yeah, that would be AWESOME!

He threw another dart at the target before jumping wildly at another voice in the room. He spun around quickly, crossing his fingers that it wasn't an authoritative figure, and let out a huge sigh of relief when he saw Logan standing there. He gave her a big grin, "Playing darts, have you ever played?" He could guess the answer already by the look on her face, "You just throw the dart at the target and try to hit the middle, well in really simple terms," he explained lightly, giving a small laugh before sitting down on his desk, the same childish smile on his face, "Is there anything I can help you with Logan?"

[Logan Faggioni]

"Oh...", she responded quietly as she studied the 'dart board' closer for a moment, mentally piecing together the information her professor, or rather, Drew, had just given her. Absentmindedly clutching her book tighter against her chest and careful to keep her shoulder bag hanging securly from her shoulder; Logan took a few, slow steps forward, eyes still fixed on the game attached to the wall. After noting that the various numbers in each of the alternately colored rings on the target most likely represented the point system; and after observing the placements of each of the darts previously thrown, she smiled wide and brightly at her thoughts, concluding the game looked like much fun and that she wanted a try.

In a swift motion Logan faced the professor once more and realized she'd taken a little more than a few steps, causing her to stumble as she tripped over a small book resting near his feet and, on instinct, latched onto the nearest thing person for support. Gently shoving the book over with her foot, Logan's gaze was directed back at Drew in a flash and after notcing her completely akward position -- both arms wrapped tightly around the arm nearest her, her form leaning slightly on him for support and tugging him down a bit -- she immediatly let go and took a step back, careful not to trip over any more books and color englufing her face, staring doe-eyed for a split second at the closeness she'd been to her handsome professor. "U-uh, sor-", Logan began, mumbling a soft apology, before deciding to quickly bring the attention back to...darts. Stepping forward once more, she smiled brightly, wiping the deep blush off her face, and gently plucked a dart from Drew's hands. "Show me how?", she asked cutely, and somewhat retorically. Looking up at him, a faint pink returned to her cheeks as her eyes locked onto his, waiting for a reaction.

[Drew Oakshire]

Drew watched her curiously as she stepped towards the dart board, examining the finer points of the game. He was delighted to see that she was taking such an interest in the muggle sport. Though he shouldn't have been too surprised, she had been one of the more promising students in his class. He couldn't help but notice how pretty she was. He knew he was a professor but did that mean that he wasn't allowed to look? It wasn't like he was going to try anything. His hormones began kicking in though, despite his best efforts. He had half the mind to check the roster and find out if she was a seventh year so that he could treat her to some firewhiskey. But then that nagging voice in the back of his head, his conscience or whatever, kept telling him it was wrong. He knew it was wrong. He just wasn't used to being at Hogwarts and not being a student anymore. It was hard to remember that there were now girls who would be off limits to him, something he had never been through during his school years. Right. Think about something else, anything else. He stared at the dartboard, watching the black and red patterns and squinting to read the tiny numbers even though he already knew which ones were which.

When she turned around and looked at him, he was still focusing on the dartboard. Right, there was the nine, the five, the twelve, the twenty...alright. He was relaxed now. He was good to go. Before he knew it, Logan tripped over something and despite his best efforts to reach out to her first, she had already latched onto him. Well, this certainly wasn't going to keep him distracted when she had her body leaning on his, her arms wrapped snugly around his own. When she stepped back suddenly, he wondered if he had done something wrong. He wondered if he had given off that vibe that you know, for like one second, he'd thought about her in that way. Was he going to be that creepy professor that the female students stayed away from? He certainly didn't want that kind of reputation. When she began to apologize his shook his head feebly, his eyes determinedly looking back at the dartboard once again, "Don't worry about it. It was my fault for not -" and he stopped there awkwardly. He ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair, giving her a goofy sort of smile that a six-year old might have given when they were caught doing something bad. He regained his composure, remembering that he was a professor, not some foolish schoolboy anymore. He gave her a much more smooth smile, one that might normally be found on a young professor's face when a student showed an interest in the subject they were teaching. He took a step towards her as well, "Well, its pretty simple. You just aim for the red dot right in the middle there. Just watch out because if you miss the board completely, the darts will ricochet right off the stone," he gave a soft laugh, "And believe me, you may get an injury or two from that." He still wondered why she had come in the first place, before she had gotten distracted by the darts. Before she started throwing darts and forgetting why she had come in the first place, he decided he ought to ask, "Was there something else that you needed or did you just stop by for kicks?" he joked.

This post has been edited by Drew Oakshire on Dec 1 2008, 10:15 PM

[Logan Faggioni]

Happy to see that Drew didn't seem phased by anything; she grinned inwardly at the thought. Logan really enjoyed Professor Oakshire Muggle Studies this year. The...lessons were beautiful fascinating and enjoyable, he certainly had a way of keeping his classes interesting and upbeat.

She watched Drew explain the game further, although the object and rules were rather obvious. Eyes glancing back at the target occasionally, she listened happily knowing he was taking the time to explain and hadn't thought she was some kind of idiot -- asking for further directions like she had. After he'd finished speaking, Logan swiftly hurling the dart she'd been holding at the target...missing it completely. The small object hit the wall with a low 'clank', bounced off the wall, and rolled over to her feet in a matter of seconds. 'Damnit', she cursed inwardly. And she thought it'd be easy! Although, seizing the opportunity, Logan smirked and bent down low, picking up the dart and coming back up slowly. Eyeing him quickly, she bit her lip and brought her full attention back to the target. Transfering the dart over to her left hand, she shook her dominant one for a moment before readying the dart once more. For the second time she hurled the dart at the bored...missing, again. Logan furrowed her brows, feeling awfully defeated by the tiny needle. If anyone were able to stab it successfully within the 100 point circle, she'd be thuroughly surprised. Muggles certainly had far too much spare time on their hands.

Thoughts lingering away from the game; she pondered a moment, glancing out the window. There had been a reason Logan went out of her way to see Professor Oakshire that day...

Recalling his question, and feeling extremely bad for ignoring him twice, Logan froze, though unoticable. Smirking at him, she answered...in the very same manner she would to anyone else. Perhaps Logan felt a little too comfortable. "To see you, of course.", she retorted confidantely, a rather bold and suggestive look accompanying her remark. The bright red color shot back up to her face, heart beating extremely rapid in her chest. Was she really that much of a fool? There were no words to describe her state of mind. Honestly...hitting on a teacher! Could she sink no lower? Disgusted -- though, in a strange way...somewhat happy with herself at the same time -- she gave a nervous smile and made a quick attempt to change to subject, just as she had the moment she'd fallen into it.

Running over to her bag, thankfully remembering her reason for visiting the professor, she quickly picked up the book leaning agaist it and looked back over at him. Walking back up to his side she spoke, squeeking slightly. "The lesson!" In a split second, she continued, voice feeling normal again. "I don't really understand the holiday I chose from the information I have." Opening the book to a place she'd indicated with a small, ripped piece of paper, Logan pointed to a spot on the page. "This is all I could find on 'New Years Day.' Am I not looking hard enough or is this it?" Questing him, Logan flipped the book over, giving him a better view of the page containing extremely vague descriptions of a typical New Years Eve celebration. Not that any sort of book would provide him the ability to answer her question, but more to distract him from anything else that might've slipped from her mouth...well, you know!

[Drew Oakshire]

Drew watched her throw her first dart, her form was completely off but he hadn't exactly gotten to that point yet. He hadn't ever taught anyone to play darts before because most people just weren't all that interested if he were to be completely honest. He grinned at her as the dart hit the wall, "Not quite as easy as it looks," he commented, giving her an encouraging smile. It just took practice, like everything. He couldn't help but watch her bend over, she was doing it so...provocatively. He bit the inside of his bottom lip, a nervous habit he had. It wasn't that Logan made him nervous, it was the thoughts running through his head that really, really shouldn't be. He couldn't help but grin when she missed yet again. He turned towards her, "Well, you see, your form is a little off. It usually helps if you don't throw it with quite as much force as you've been doing, just let it kind of slide right off of your fingertips. And for aim, well, just picturing it hitting the bulls eye, the circle in the middle, that usually helps me," he offered his little bit of wisdom on the sport. He hoped that he was teaching her well, what kind of Muggle Studies professor would he be if he couldn't even teach his students to throw darts? Then again, it wasn't exactly studying muggles, but still, it was a fairly simple pastime.

He couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking when she glanced out the window. Why did he care so much? He kept trying to tell himself it was because he was a teacher and she was his student. Shouldn't he care what she was thinking? He should. Right.

The confidence in her voice wasn't something that he had been expecting but even moreso he hadn't been expecting that answer. He wasn't quite sure what to make of the look on her face it was almost...he couldn't explain it. He had to be making this all up in his head. The only student that would probably ever come on to him was that vile Alyson Morauer girl. But she had been much more forward than Logan was being. Perhaps she was just a flirtatious person and she hadn't meant for it to come off that way? He leaned back on his desk, sitting on the edge of it as he looked at her, "Just to see me? No questions or anything..." his voice trailed off, he thought he knew the answer. He should probably not be getting a little turned on by this. No, no. That was bad. That had bad news written all over it.

Wait a minute. So he had been making all of it up? She wasn't really hitting on him, perhaps she was just trying to mess around with him a little bit. Maybe he just had the ability to make students feel comfortable around him, that was a good thing, right? Right. He just couldn't let his imagination get carried away like that again. He had to be professional. He smiled at her, "One of the best Muggle holidays in my opinion! Really good choice," he replied, clapping his hands together softly. "There are a lot of different sorts of celebrations around the world. Generally, families and friends gather together and drink to the New Year. This is normally followed by making New Year's Resolutions. Which are pretty much a bunch of things they want to improve or do that they more than likely won't. Things like quitting smoking, getting out of debt, get a better job, eat more healthy, etc." He took his hand, scratching the top of his head. "And probably one of the largest celebrations for New Year's Eve is celebrated in New York City. They have a huge crystal ball that they bring down very slowly, it hits the ground at exactly midnight. A lot of people will sit at home watching that on their TVs as they sip on their champagne." He tried to think of more information he could give her but nothing was coming at the moment. He was a little distracted by her still. "D-Do you have any specific questions or anything?"